Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 208 Master Wen and Hua Xueli in Yaoyao's Memories
On the second floor, Wen Tao's room.

There was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Wuyao leaned on the window sill, half of her body lying on the edge of the window sill.

The white curtains fluttered with the wind, and the light gauze brushed her face, adding a hazy feeling to her beauty.

The exquisite curves add a sense of mystery and charm under the hazy screen curtains. Wuyao rests her chin on her hand, staring at the distance with her clear eyes and falling into memories.

It was 17 years ago that I met Hua Shirley.

17 years ago on a rainy night.

"Headquarters, there was a car accident on the [-] section of the expressway, the car overturned, a family of three, only an eight-year-old child survived..."

On a rainy night with heavy rain, the scene of a car accident caused by a car brake failure.

Police cars, fire engines, police officers, and medical personnel were in chaos.

Under the chaotic scene, a woman wearing a black lace cheongsam, half mask, and holding a black umbrella came on a rainy night.

The woman was Wuyao, who appeared at the scene of the crime to chase a bead that escaped.

She came slowly, riding the rainy night, with a strong aura and a cold breath.

When she came to the ambulance, she raised her umbrella slightly, and looked at the eight-year-old boy and the little girl of the same age sitting in the ambulance with cold eyes.

"Come out by yourself, or I will."

The voice was cold and biting, with no warmth at all.

The eight-year-old looked at her blankly, with white gauze on his forehead, and his pale face was dirty.

She cast a blindfold, and no one present could see her.

Therefore, the eight-year-old boy could not see her either.

As her voice fell, a dazzling light was released from the eight-year-old boy, and a purple bead was stripped from the boy's body and fell into Fifth Yao's hand.

Putting away the beads, Fifth Yao glanced at the injured little boy, then turned around and left holding the umbrella.

Halfway through the walk, Wuyao stopped suddenly, and she turned her eyes to look down.

The little girl ran down from the ambulance and was holding her hand.

The little girl took Wuyao, smiled and passed the handkerchief in her hand, "Sister, your hand is bleeding, this is for you."

Having said that, the little girl took the initiative to ask Wuyao to wipe off the blood on her hands, and bandaged her wound with a handkerchief.

After all this was done, the little girl turned and ran towards the ambulance, and went back to sit opposite the boy.

Looking at the extra handkerchief in his hand, Wuyao glanced at the ambulance, and fixed his eyes on the boys and girls.

She was sure they could see her, maybe it was an oversight that there were children around when casting the spell.

She hooked her lips and smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, "It's not a good thing to be able to see me, it's better to forget about it."

She erased the memories of boys and girls about her.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fifth Yao looked downstairs, his eyes were cold.

That girl is Hua Xueli, and the boy is her husband Wen Tao.

It's just that she has erased that memory for them, and they won't remember her.

What she said to Wen Tao that Hua Xueli was kind to her was referring to bandaging her wounds.

Humans often say that the kindness of a drop of water must be repaid by a spring.

That's why she spent too much time on Xu Qian's case after she came into contact with it.

It is because knowing that Cao is pretending to be Hua Xueli, it is difficult to change a person's breath.

Hua Xueli bandaged her wound, and she gave her back her freedom and her life, and the two were cleared.

The sound of water stopped abruptly, Wuyao did not move, the sound of the door opening sounded, and the sound of footsteps behind her was getting closer.

Her waist tightened, and someone came up and hugged her gently from behind.

"Ma'am, what are you thinking?"

Wen Tao hugged Wuyao, resting his chin on her shoulder, his breath was clear and his voice was warm and cool.

With wet hair sticking to his face, Wuyao turned from his arms to look at him.

Putting her arms around his neck, watching his flourishing beauty after taking a bath, she said, "I've seen my husband when I was a child."

Wen Tao hugged her away from the window sill and walked towards the room, with warm eyebrows and eyes: "When?"

Close to Wen Tao's ear, Fifth Yao breathed out He Lan, with a voice as charming as water: "I won't tell you..."

(End of this chapter)